Tried to sleep in, while everyone moved out. Then called my boyfriend to wish him a happy birthday and tell him about my night. Then I called the taxi company to report the accident. The guy was pretty rude and basically said that the drivers are not employed by him, they are independent and just affiliated with the brand. He recommended I fill out a police report because it’s between me and the driver, not me and the taxi company. Fine, whatever. So, I got ready to go to campus and stopped by the Police station on the way. I asked to fill out a police report and he asked me to explain what happened. Then he told me that if I want to file a report, I’m making an accusation and the driver has the right to contest it, so basically it has to be proven that he was at fault, get witness testimonies, and a judge will decide, in court. 3-6 months. Kind of ridiculous. I said I didn’t want to go through all that trouble, I have no bodily injuries, just wanted to document it. He said that was the only way, so I guess I will just drop it because obviously it’s not worth it and say no harm, no foul and mistakes happen. Oh well.
Went to campus and got the rest of my prescription at the pharmacy. The pharmacist seemed really sad to see me go and asked me all kinds of questions. It was really nice, but I had no clue she even knew who I was before then! Weird. Anyway, then I went to the library and turned in my photo essay for the Italy class, which I feel OK about. It’s not due until Monday, but I’m not going to make any more changes, so I’d rather just get it over with and not have to worry about it anymore. Then I sent Clare some of the photos I didn’t use because she lost her camera. Seems like a lot of shit happens to her that prevents her from doing assignments. Whatever, I’ll bail her out this time, because losing a camera is pretty shitty and could happen to me. Then, I researched a bunch for my independent tourism report topics and tried to narrow them down, but got stuck... Ugh. I really can’t decide! Oh well. Then I headed home and made some dinner and read some more about the topics.
I’m a little sore today, not sure if it’s whiplash or just being out late and sleeping in a crappy bed... Whatever, I’m sure it’ll go away tomorrow.
New Roommates: One girl from Denmark who just took her ex-boyfriend of 5 years to the airport. She says she misses him. And two Aussies in town to visit friends. They “dolled” themselves up, which means they ended up looking like trash and went out. I don’t understand girl’s style these days. It just looks really cheap and trashy to me. Every day, new people make the following observations about the room: 1. They make fun of the plastic pillows and 2. They are baffled about how to get up to the top bunk (there are no ladders, basically, they are just two beds stacked on top of each other). They debate about the best tactic and sometimes I offer advice. Sometimes they climb up the foot of the bed and OVER the high footboard, sometimes they stand on my bed or the edge of my bed, sometimes they do a combination... This time I didn’t and the Aussie girl tried to literally hurdle herself up by jumping. She failed and hit her foot against the side pretty hard and then TRIED AGAIN! What!? I told her to just stand on my bed next time so she doesn’t hurt herself. Very weird.
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